"Let's go over this one more time, shall we?" Renon said. "I called you, and you didn't answer-". "I couldn't! The phone stopped ringing before I got to it!", I interrupted. He squeezed my head so hard I thought it would pop. "I-I'm telling you the truth!". "You're telling me what you saw happen, you're not remembering what actually happened. You don't find it suspicious, that you jumped at the phone, as soon as you saw my name? Or that you instinctively started dragging yourself to the bedroom as soon as you heard me speak?". "No!", I yelled out in pain. The pressure, was becoming unbearable, I felt like, my head could burst, at any moment. Then, it happened. My skull gave in. I could see blood and brain matter splatter on the door in front of me, before the lights went out. I gasped, as I woke up on the chair, once more.   

"John Morne. Do you know my name?", he asked. 

It was at that point, I realized something. The reason, he sounded so robotic, the reason this whole thing felt off... Was because it already happened. This was a cycle. Repeating itself endlessly, until I gave him what he wanted. Until I remembered whatever it was he wanted me to remember. "Your name, is Renon", I said. For some reason, I felt no anger, no hatred towards him, it seemed like, we were both trapped. Locked in a game on repeat. He was playing his part, and I was playing mine. How can I be angry at that?

"Let's go over this one more time, shall we? I called you, and you didn't answer, right?", he asked.
"Yes, but I tried-".
"That doesn't matter, John. The first time we did this, you didn't even want to answer the phone, am I wrong?".
"I don't remember the first time-".
"I know you don't. But, I need you to think. A man like you, emaciated, and feeble, not to mention paranoid, would he really answer the phone?"
He had a point. With the way things were going, I was afraid of making too much noise, and attracting whatever was out there.
"No. I wouldn't", I agreed.
"Now we're getting somewhere".
I could hear the faint sound of footsteps, echoing around me. I shrunk back in fear, when at the corner of my vision I saw... a monster. That terrible visage, of a dark hunched over figure, whose features were almost indescribable, wasn't what scared me at first... But, its eyes, unnaturally blue, and glowing eyes, made my blood run cold. I shuddered, as it spoke in Renon's voice.
"There's no need to be afraid. I am, for all intents and purposes, here to help you". The creatures mouth moved, in uncanny ways, almost as if it was intentionally trying to make my skin crawl. The tone, and pitch with which it spoke, had an eldritch nature to them. I felt like I wasn't listening to a living organism, much less a person. It was a bubbling unbridled chaos, set on ruining my sanity by just being there. How could I not be afraid? Even though I wanted to scream, I knew it wouldn't help, so I put up a front, and composed myself, gaining some flimsy courage in the process.
"H-Help me with what?", I stuttered.
"I need you to remember what you did. Let me ask you this. Why are you scared of going outside?".
"Because I don't want to get infected".
"With what?".
"T-the virus".
"Which virus?".  
"Don't you know? There's a literal zombie virus in the air. It's turning people into monsters".
Clearly disappointed, it sighed and said: "John... I need you to discard all your previous notions of reality, the situation you're in isn't normal, and you can't treat it as such. Why would you assume, I know anything about the virus?".
"Because everybody does, we've all isolated ourselves-".
"You damn idiot, I'm a supernatural entity, haunting and killing you over and over again. Think, for just a second! Why would I know that? Do I look, like everybody else?", it yelled out in frustration.
"So, you don't know?".
"It doesn't matter!".
"Then why does it bother you?!".
"What bothers me is you, still trying to make sense of this, still rationalizing. There is nothing to rationalize, John!". With every word, it edged closer to me. I winced as the smell of rotting flesh, filled the room. I could never let myself look at it, let it fill my entire field of vision, so I had it on the edge of my sight. But even then I could not escape its image.
"What are you even saying?".
"You really are an idiot, aren't you? Do I have to spell it out for you?".
"Yes! I don't know what you're on about!".
"After seeing what you've seen, why do you still take these things at face value?... Why do you think, that I'm real?".
"W-what? You told me you were real!".
"Oh come on, how can you believe the words of someone, who tortured you for days on end? I blew your head up more times than I can count, and you still think I'm here to help you?! I'm here to hurt you, John. Because you hurt somebody else".
"What? I didn't hurt anybody-".
"Do you have a girlfriend?”, it said, while grinning maliciously.
"Y-yes!".
"What's her name?".
"M-Marina...".
"And how long have you been together?".
"For about two years. Why does this matter-".
"Because, I think this is gonna crack your egg, John. Are you alone in this apartment by the way?".
"No, she's here with... me- Wha-.".
"Where is she?".
Fear, panic, shock. All of those came over me in a single instant. Fragments of memories, burst like an abscess in my head. I remembered, hunger, and pain, and  relief, then a taste so divine, one can not describe it. As my world collapsed, a single thought echoed.
"What have I done?".
"I think its time I tell you. John Morne. On the 21st of March, at 11: 33, you became infected".
"No", I meekly uttered, in disbelief.
"Yes, John. You saw what happened on the news. Just like the anchor, you bit her trachia off, you pulled chunks of flesh, off her body, and ate them, while she was still alive. That's why you're not hungry".
"No, no, no!".
"Yes you did John! Yes you did! She died in terrible agony, wondering why this had to happen to her!".
"You're not real! None of this is!
You're right. I'm not real. I'm a product of your infected mind, a mere hallucination that came about as a result of your madness... But what you did, is real".
"You're lying!", I screamed and trashed around violently, struggling to free myself from the chair. Only to notice that I had been unbound. The image before me changed, as I was no longer facing the front door of my apartment, but the door to my bedroom.
"If you're so sure of that, then why don't you open the door".

It was truly a ghastly sight. As I turned the door handle, the smell of her body decomposing made me gag. It was the smell of death. But nothing can compare, to the sight, of what remained of her. I had eaten all but her head, which was well beyond recognition at that point. Blood and gore, splattered all over the floor, made the carnage look almost otherworldly.
"Marina... Why did this have to happen".
I called out to Renon, but he did not reply. The world took on a grey hue, and my stomach started churning again. But worst of all. I could hear a knock at the door. Like a rabid dog, I ran on all fours, anxiously awaiting my next meal. At the time, I had some semblance of a consciousness, but I could not be reasoned with. I knew, that what I was about to eat, were people. But I didn't care. All I wanted, was to dig my teeth into their tender flesh. And sense that sweet savoury taste once more. "Come in", I thought to myself.
"Let me eat".
My hands fumbled for the door handle, and as I opened it, I was blinded by a ray of light. I was surprised to see, that I wasn't crawling, but standing upright, and rubbing my eyes. Like I had awoken from a deep sleep. Two people were in front of me, one man, and the other a woman. They were my neighbours, and they were just in hands reach, but I was not hungry anymore. My nightmare had ended.
"What happened man, we couldn't reach you at all! You've been in there for two weeks!", the man said.
"Is everything alright, Renon?", were the woman's words.
"Yeah, I'm fine", I said while tearing up.
"Wait, what did she call me?".